I blink repeatedly, my breath quickening as my heart stopped in my chest,
I looked around the room that was devoid of Adam but it held secrets that made the temperature drop to chilling degrees,
My hand goes to wrap around me as I stood still, battling the ice settling into my soul as I stared at the left wall of Adam's bedroom.
The wall that was once covered up with a mirror was now bare and I could see the secrets it held,
The mirror was pushed to one side which made the horror so clear to see,
My nails dig into the fabric of my sweatshirt and I take shaky breath after another, hoping the wall of pictures I was staring at was not reality,
I hoped it was a dream, maybe even a nightmare, but not reality,
‘Please, please don’t be real', I begged, throwing my pleas to the cold room and hoped I would blink and they would be gone.
But my nails pressing into my skin, painful even through fabric was proof enough that I was very much awake,
My mouth drops open as I stare at pictures of me, o
